Yesterday i was having an on-going OOH-ing & AHHH-ing about the movie. Funny how i'm still rather crazy over it since i watched it a week ago already. Well..
I stumbled upon the amazing quotes on samantha's blog &went AHH! It's just oh so beautiful okay? Haha.
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Remember, Remember
The fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot
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(Upon meeting Evey Hammond) Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
(In simpler words) Behold, at first glance a humble stage actor, cast against his will as both the victim and villain by the design of Fate. This mask, not just a layer of vanity, is a remnant of the voice of the people, now gone, disappeared. Nevertheless, this brave return of a long-gone annoyance stands reborn, and has promised to overthrow the evil and corrupt who promote greed and protect the violent and total suppression of free will. The only choice is revenge; held as a promise and not in vain, that the righteousness of that quest will one day lead the watchful and the righteous to victory. But truly, this thick soup of words is becoming excessive for an introduction, so let me also say that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
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Jasmin was just updating about the on-goings in her life &we were talking about the movie cos she just caught it yesterday.
Here's something v funny (at least to me)
Jasmin : I know why this show is nc16, it's not because of the blood-shedding. It's because those under 16 wouldn't understand the show. Too chim already.
Me : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Jasmin : So if anyone out is cursing the govt WHY IS THIS NC16 please don't. They're just trying to save your money.
Me : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Actually i don't really understand what hes saying also but hahahaha i'll go analyse it soon.. Check the dictionary for all the un-understandable V-words. Lol.
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Evey: Who are you?I like this best.V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of "what", and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Credits to WIKIQUOTE :D Ahhha the wonders of the net(:
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I almost forgot this.
I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you.
I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.
I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't.
In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.
But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.
Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.
In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.
In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her.
But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .
They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak.
The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.
An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.
Valerie
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Im sorry this is getting so long but i dont care. This is the kind of fetish i have for nice shows. Hahahaha I go all crazy &start saving nice pictures &nice quotes and hmmmm just plainly giving 'em as much appreciation i could :D
I just rock don't i. Lol.
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I think some of you guys are mistaken. I'm not really upset about the death of that relative of mine. No wait don't assume. I AM upset that she's away. Shes been a lovely person the world could keep. But yea i guess she's not suffering at the very least :)
I was just thinking about Death on a whole. Yep.
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I hate being hungry & not getting my food like A.S.A.P. I hate it when people gimme my food late when im hungry. I hate being angry &grouchy cos im hungry ):
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Marcus (marcman) showed me this web yesterday. Funny, lah! Lookie!
Heeheehee enjoy!
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Ah.
Im so sad. Today is Sunday.
I hate Sundays.
'Cos tmr's monday, AGAIN.
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We could be more than just amazing.
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